Parker had known after seeing it on Hardison’s conspiracy board that she had to find out if Warehouse 13 was real. Of all the unsolved mysteries and smoke and mirrors stories the one about an ultra top secret US national treasure trove could not be ignored. The truth was out there.
It had taken her awhile. Eliot refused to help saying things like ‘national security’ and ‘non-disclosure statements’. Nate said they were too busy helping people. Sophie was still eating a lot while trying to get over her break up and Hardison was spending all his free time on WoW. Parker finally had to resorted to kidnapping the Doctor and his TARDIS from Hardison’s office to get him to do some hacking. Even then there was very little to go on. Just some shipping manifests to a set of coordinates in South Dakota.
But she had done it. The old rusted building did not look like much from the outside. Mostly just big, and old, and rusted. The security had not been old, or rusted. Bombs by the front door, biometric locks and more cameras than Paris Hilton’s paparazzi. Parker had been forced to break into the Smithsonian just for the original blueprints. Buildings built in 1898 generally had larger openings for plumbing and airways and she found one still accessible. Well, accessible to Parker at least .
Which is how she found herself peeking in the largest underground room that she had ever seen. Rows and rows of boxes and more boxes as far as she could see. Unscrewing the grate she set it aside and lowered herself to the floor. She was here, now she just had to find something to steal. Nothing too big, or too small, she was looking for something just right.
Walking down the nearest isle she paused to looked at the image outside of a promising box when she felt a sudden weight in her hand. Parker froze. Then carefully she looked down to see that she was now holding a large, slightly battered brass tea kettle. She looked around but no one else was there. Parker giggled softly. This would be a great place to steal Christmas presents for the team. Eliot would love an antique kettle for his tea. She could not help but silently wish that ‘Daddy’ could see her now, that he could see how great a thief she had become.
A ferret popped its head out of top of the kettle. Parker’s eyes went wide. She quickly set down the strange piece of kitchen equipment. The ferret climbed out and started sniffing at her feet. It was a cute ferret so Parker cautiously picked it up. Stroking it gently Parker walked away from the kettle. She did not think that Eliot would appreciate a kitchen full of ferrets. She would have to find him something else. But he was not the only one on her list. Right now she had another team member in mind.
Parker smiled down at the ferret. “So know of any top hats with rabbits around here.” Nate would love it.
It had taken her awhile. Eliot refused to help saying things like ‘national security’ and ‘non-disclosure statements’. Nate said they were too busy helping people. Sophie was still eating a lot while trying to get over her break up and Hardison was spending all his free time on WoW. Parker finally had to resorted to kidnapping the Doctor and his TARDIS from Hardison’s office to get him to do some hacking. Even then there was very little to go on. Just some shipping manifests to a set of coordinates in South Dakota.
But she had done it. The old rusted building did not look like much from the outside. Mostly just big, and old, and rusted. The security had not been old, or rusted. Bombs by the front door, biometric locks and more cameras than Paris Hilton’s paparazzi. Parker had been forced to break into the Smithsonian just for the original blueprints. Buildings built in 1898 generally had larger openings for plumbing and airways and she found one still accessible. Well, accessible to Parker at least .
Which is how she found herself peeking in the largest underground room that she had ever seen. Rows and rows of boxes and more boxes as far as she could see. Unscrewing the grate she set it aside and lowered herself to the floor. She was here, now she just had to find something to steal. Nothing too big, or too small, she was looking for something just right.
Walking down the nearest isle she paused to looked at the image outside of a promising box when she felt a sudden weight in her hand. Parker froze. Then carefully she looked down to see that she was now holding a large, slightly battered brass tea kettle. She looked around but no one else was there. Parker giggled softly. This would be a great place to steal Christmas presents for the team. Eliot would love an antique kettle for his tea. She could not help but silently wish that ‘Daddy’ could see her now, that he could see how great a thief she had become.
A ferret popped its head out of top of the kettle. Parker’s eyes went wide. She quickly set down the strange piece of kitchen equipment. The ferret climbed out and started sniffing at her feet. It was a cute ferret so Parker cautiously picked it up. Stroking it gently Parker walked away from the kettle. She did not think that Eliot would appreciate a kitchen full of ferrets. She would have to find him something else. But he was not the only one on her list. Right now she had another team member in mind.
Parker smiled down at the ferret. “So know of any top hats with rabbits around here.” Nate would love it.
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